The Witch2015

Thomasin:
Black Phillip, I conjure thee to speak to me. Speak as thou dost speak to Jonas and Mercy. Dost thou understand my English tongue? Answer me.

[Beat. Thomasin turns to leave]

Black Phillip:
What... [Thomasin stops] dost thou want?

Thomasin:
What canst thou give?

Black Phillip:
Wouldst thou like the taste of butter? A pretty dress? Wouldst thou like to live deliciously?

Thomasin:
Yes.

Black Phillip:
Wouldst thou like to see the world?

Thomasin:
What will you from me?

Black Phillip:
Dost thou see a book before thee? [Thomasin looks at the book as Black Phillip circles her in human form] Remove thy shift.

[Thomasin does so. Black Phillip places a hand on her shoulder]

Thomasin:
I cannot write my name.

Black Phillip:
I will guide thy hand.